Seven Love Stories

What are you thinking about when the leaves fall?.. Why… why is my head spinning so much? I’m still little, I’m still very little… why is my head spinning? Colorful ribbons are wrapping around me, winding me into a swirl, and in this phantom cocoon that embraces feelings and flesh, right across from me—close-close… it seems close-close her—yet I’m still so little—her open mouth. She laughs, and I feel as if I’m naked before that laughter-torn, torn flesh of lips, and I cling, cling to that split piece of lips. And into this space of ours—my eyes, her mouth—an azure flood pours abundantly… and washes over, washes over my nakedness with tenderness and feeds, feeds my tenderness with tenderness inside me—some new, unknown tenderness…

Contents
01. The girl by the window
02. Tane
03. Zhenetchka
04. Flowers at the platform
05. A light story
06. Skin touched skin
07. I invite you to…
08. Afterword (annotations)